Bye-Bye 2009

So it's a beginning of the new year and time for New Year's resolutions. My resolution is to take it easy, dance-wise. It has gotten out of hands by the very end of 2009. Not that I worked so much more, but I certainly had much more intense nights. Last 3-4 weeks of 2009 turned out extremely profitable, but also mentally challenging. Every night I met a new group of customers easily persuadable to become no-good. Cookies? Hell yes! Yummy shots of tequila? Yes, please. 4 bottles of $700+ champagne? Why not?! More girls? Yes!! How about one more? Why not?! Credit card maxed out? Try another one. Another one has been maxed out since 3 hours ago? Here is another one... In other words- excellent 3-4 weeks for my finances, horrible for my state of mind. It's been at least a month since I have been able to fall asleep without Ambien/Xanax. My housekeeping hasn't been entirely neglected only thanks to my cleaning lady. Haven't been cooking, haven't read any quality literature, haven't enjoyed any aspects of my life. All I have been thinking/dreaming/hearing about was money. Money-money-money-money. Then drug-induced sleep. Then few hours of Desperate Housewives of Some County.. I am almost hyperventilating while writing about it now. So it is time to take it easy and breathe.

Fire in the Club

I almost burned down in the club last night. Around 2 am, in the middle of one of the busiest night of this Christmas season, right as I and my friend Ri were leading our customer to a private room, the fire alarms went off. Apparently something caught on fire in the basement of the club. What idiot was playing with the matches and why I will never know! I hope he/she was fired... Any way, so the club started filling with smoke, our personnel and customers are half-crazed with panic and excitement, Ri and I are thinking: Fuck, our private room might not even happen now, how rotten is that?! Here we have a perfectly nice, sweet customer, who, by the way, is carrying his own 'candies', and here the damn fire alarm goes off, and the club is filled with yukky smoke! So the fire people arrived and made us all leave the club and hang outside. I was wearing a tiny Santa skirt and Santa bra, and 6 inch platform shoes. 22F degrees outside. So last night was pure hell. They kept us waiting for a half of hour until we were let back in. About 100 half-naked dancers, most of them in stupid Santa get-ups, and just as many customers... Pure Hell!